Match Rules *to be revealed*
"What? It can't be this... This is a pub?!? Agh, I must have the wrong address... The last thing I needed right now..."
Sabine Sauber was nervous - and soon almost panicking. She had been told well in advance that she would be having her next match as Astra Nova tonight - but what hadn't been told her was a certain crucial little detail. One that she only found out about after getting the following message to her e-mail.
"Ms Sauber, check in is now open for your flight JL43 to London Heathrow!"
After a confused query to the management, Sabine soon found out that for a reason she couldn't quite comprehend, her match was to take place in England! Why on earth did LAW want to send its wrestlers halfway across the world? And most annoyingly of all, forget to tell about it in advance... This probably had to be a huge deal, right? She was going to represent her whole promotion against some local superstar, or was there some other explanation for this? Odds were that the arena for this kind of match was going to be a huge one, but the address that had been given to her had now led her to the door of this pub?
What a disaster. Not only had she been informed of the match location too late, the schedule of the flight had meant that she had to take a cab straight from the airport to this location to even make it on time. And now she was probably even at a wrong location. Thank heavens, that at least LAW had booked her a business class ticket for the flight to get some rest... Like she could have gotten any in this situation anyway.
"Ach. And I already let the taxi go... I must call to-... Oh."
Suddenly, Astra spotted her picture on a poster next to the pub door. "Heroes enter the pub -night"? Oh, OK. Good news, this was the right location. Bad news, Astra was even more confused over what this all was going to be about.
After a brief pondering, Astra realized that the only logical thing she could do was to enter.
Making her way through the pub, the blonde heroine wasn't able to take in her surroundings that much. What she dearly wanted to find first was a doorman or a bartender, who could give her some more information and instructions. Luckily, one didn't seem to be too hard to find.
"Umm, hey, sorry, I'm Astra Nova... And I'm supposed to... Wrestle here tonight, I guess?" she presented herself, before lifting the opening of her sweater a bit to flash her wrestling attire, to give some more credibility to her claims.